All the jobs in the world are just crossword puzzlesnKeeping us busy, distracting us from sparksnThat could happen in love with some swirlingnNotes from the keys, the ones we've been missingnnSome kind of life we all wantnDon't know how you got itnWe think you might be lyingnPretending not to love it - you say it's so hardnOur tired brains are ready for sleepingnBut fingers still typing hoping to reach you, you knownNothing else was done today!nSmiling and lying might help menHave to learn to be everywhere in the world at thenSame time... and still alivennAll the sleep in the world is some kind of jokenKeeping us busy, reminding us -nOh we can only do so much before crashing downnInto some new scene from a dreamnFrom this life we all want but couldn't handle anywaynIn spare time we'll take small stepsnWe'll take small steps in circles all daynAnd fight over jobs moving your lawns andnTrimming your hedges, children of privilege you knownNothing else was done today!nOnce again you've taken my time awaynHave to learn to be everywhere in the world at thenSame time and doing fine...nGod, what a beautiful face you havenHold your umbrella above usnWe're venturing outnOn the highways and sidewalks into the townsnAnd the darkest of rooms in the dark